I used to have friends in low places – at sea level – Baileys Cottages to be precise.
At 14 I would get on the train in Rondebosch and go to St James station, hop off and go fishing.
I was the only whitey amonghst al the jovial coloured people who had also come fishing for the weekend.
The yellow tail were running and we caught plenty.
Lieberstein and Dagga were the things we celebrated with.
Also helped us sleep at night.
, ready for the next days catch.
A few hundred meters down the road at Muizenberg beach were benches with white and non white labels printed on them. Was this true ?
And here I was fishing with non whites – people with heritage, culture, huge spirit – and hope. And the best sense of humor. Laughs all night.
When I got home on Sunday my mom would make pickled fish for the week for the family.
John Vorster had made many rules what whites and blacks could only do separately- but here we are today with even more rules – they will never take away what Lieberstein and dagga, yellow tail and fishing. And the human feelings of non whites and whites have enjoyed together for many many years.
Sorry, just got carried away like you.